Idreamed that, as I wandered by the way,
I met my past and could not recognize
a single word I heard this phantom say,
and wondered was he wearing a disguise,
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I only dream to write as such. This is poetry my friend! Fantastic imagery..beautiful, just lovely. Sherry
Shelley and Keats - two of my very favorites! This is just a wonderful perspective. We go through life with blinders on until some Divine spark sets us free from our self-imposed prisons. And then we write from the heart. Linda